Your voice will come knocking.

Your voice will come knocking.

The making of your art is the making of your life. Which language is the medium that cracks the code to your most intimate culture? The one you are here to instill in the fabric of humanity? The one that elevates with its honesty.

Those sounds - can you hear them? Can you open your pleasure-filled lips to shape them?

Your life is the image of your soul. And you will know. You will say, “Now this is the sound of me.”

This is pleasure-smithing with words. Touching the deep, and trembling with courage.

Being willing to be at a loss. Then, like a courtship calling - phrasing, organizing, heart abiding, opening

"Sing to them," she said. I can sing to them. I can sing!”

So many ways to make poetry.

Seamstress comes to let some things out, and tuck some things in. She sews and reshapes and revises the seams. New textures, new colors, new poetry.

Always weaving - this is the joy of becoming.

The making of your art is the making of your life.

And, oh yes, Your voice will come knocking.